Void, Pt. 3

Yuh
Yuh
Ay
Yuh, yuh okay

Smoking the beat and i'm gassing
Home running yo shit like battin'
Put my fist in yo face and I'm bashing'
Caught that motherfucka lacking
Ay
She like my voice whenever i'm rapping
Take my money to the bank
And I'm laughing
You speaking that garbage like trash bin
No, I heard nobody asking, huh
Part 3 and you know i'm rehashing, ay
My mind mapping out everyway that i'm planning
Multiply the dollars then I start adding,
Got a couple bitches dancing,

Twerking to my music and wearing my fashion
Spitting my bars while I'm tapping a bitch from the back end
Grabbing her booty no chatting
Gimme the mic and I swear that I'm snapping
Watch on my wrist and its flashing

(And it's flashing, watch on my wrist and it's flashing.)
(Lemme pass this shit to Blake 6ix,)

Uh
Uh (Okay)

I be coming with the bars
Yo bitch wanna go to mars
She want all my foreign cars
You know my beats go real hard

Hop in the whip I go fast
Hop in the whip and we crash
Hop in yo bitch and I smash
She top me I don't last

Jason with the mask
Bill Gates with the cash
Ballin' like Steve Nash
Never go to class

You ain't cool you a loser
Fucking yo bitch on a scooter
Fat bitch I had to move her
Can the cash come sooner

Uh Yeah
Uh uh okay (Yeah)
Wait,
You say "yuh" too much
(Yeah fax)
Ay, that's cause its A I M S L O T U
AIM SLOTU AIM SLOTU AIM SLOTU
Uh



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Writer(s): Blake Eklund
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